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I had forgotten that I was a morning person and loved to get up with the dawn and ease into the day with a light run. It’s been a week of night-owl activities and I thankfully took the night off last night and was able to feed my morning addiction. The city had a light mist, the sun was rising over the rolling hills surrounding my area of town, la luna was still bright in the sky and the river I ran along, Fiume Po, was like glass. I feel rejuvenated and ready for the next 2 weeks.
Last night I spent some time with dad. It was nice to have more than the 5 or 10 minutes here and there with him, while I dash in and out of the rink he lives in. We had a driver take us out to the curling venue which is about a 40 minute jaunt from Torino into the mountains. My boss, Nicole, joined us as well – a good ol’ salt of the earth Winnipeg gal and die-hard curling fan. It was a perfect night except for the terrible loss our boys from St. John’s suffered. Very un-Brad. However, their record is still alright, so let’s hope the loss does not hurt them down the road. During the break in the game, Dad yelled over to Brad to give him the thumbs up, and I showed the boys the back of my curling sweater – mom’s 1970’s Tournament of Hearts gem that has “Cole”, the NF crest, and a big “Newfoundland” across the back – they loved it. Great moment. I spent a bit of the game directly behind the rink next to Joan, Mike and Don in the booth area, while dad joined the crew on air for the first 5 ends. It was all pretty neat. My first real venue event not working – a welcomed respite.
Christian has officially entered and is working in the mountain towns. Her first day on the job up there she had her car towed. How amusing for those of us who know her well! I think she’s in for quite the adventure.
Check for more pics – there’s a ton I need to post.
Go Canada.